SOMA

What will be add to our wall?

Lately, every time we travel Dan and I have the “could we live here?” conversation. Is there enough hiking for Dan? Are there enough resources for Jack? How close would we be to an airport? Would we be close enough to Anna? Could I find clients?

It’s not that we do not like SOMA – that’s South Orange/Maplewood for you out of towneres – we LOVE this community. It’s just that we’ve been feeling like, after 25 years (and two kids, three homes and four dogs), we might be ready to start our next chapter. The kids are done with our school district, taxes are high, many of our friends have left, and we no longer need an easy commute to NYC (the crypto world doesn’t require much time in the office and everyone/everywhere needs therapy). We’ve talked about Block Island, the Jersey shore, Massachusetts, Puerto Rico, the Chesapeake and Maine. They all have their benefits, but will anywhere ever be able to compete with SOMA?

This week, we’ve had a reminder of just how special our community is. We were asked to be interviewed by SOMA Living Magazine for their October issue. Each month they choose a local family to highlight and an old friend recommended us. After sitting through the interview and being asked about our journey since we moved from Brooklyn, we found ourselves wondering why/how we could ever leave our beautiful/progressive gem of a town(s). We shared countless stories about our town(s) – the schools that educated our brilliant daughter and supported our son without question, the restaurants that draw people from all over NJ, South Mountain Reservation which allows Dan to disappear when he needs time with trees, and the people – soooo many stories about the people of SOMA. For 25 years, SOMA and it’s people have helped us celebrate wonderful days and held us up during our dark times. These towns are beautiful and progressive and crunchy and accepting.

We know that our future will ultimately lead us to a move, but for now — we are here. I need to get my supervised hours before I can hang my own shingle, Jack has wonderful support thanks to Universal and his other mothers, and we are not yet sure where Anna will land for medical school. We know in a few years we will make a move, but instead of dreaming of our next home, I’m going to start really appreciating what we have here.

Thanks SOMA!!!

Love, Jess

I will be sure to share the article in October!!!

a little ALD

MAPLEWOODSTOCK 2022!!! Thank you Jill for the photo — and for being you!!!!

This morning I asked Dan a question – “Did you find walking around this weekend challenging?”

“What do you mean?”

That was not the answer I’d hoped for. We spend this weekend enjoying one of our community’s favorite annual-except-when-there-is-a-global-pandemic events – MAPLEWOODSTOCK. It’s been three years since we’ve been able to attend this weekend full of live music and food and vendors. It was a picture-perfect weekend weather-wize and wonderful to see so many old friends and neighbors, but the whole time I was there I felt like I needed to be aware — aware of where the closest porta potties were and how I was going to manage getting around.

To me, crowds = confusion, and crowds with blankets and coolers and lawn chairs is a full-blown obstacle course. Add a bladder that is always in need of attention, I was up and down from my lawn chair countless times and then needed to wandered through the maze of frolicking folks trying to watch my feet, not bump into anyone or trip over anything.

People were sweet. Assuming I was just another middle-aged lady who had enjoyed one to many High Noons, they helped to guide me while saying things like, “Don’t forget to drink a little water”. But I wasn’t drunk. I wasn’t high. I was just dealing with a little ALD.

When Jack was first diagnosed with ALD, it was determined that he got the gene from me. I was told that unless I was planning to have more children, I wouldn’t need to worry much about my health — ALD is an x-linked disease — I was “just a carrier”. As the years moved forward and I learned more about ALD (and the medical community caught up to reality), it became clear that it is more complicated for women than “just being a carrier”. Women with ALD often do develop symptoms. VERY different than the symptoms associated with the childhood, cerebral phenotype that Jack faced, but symptoms that can affect your life in a variety of ways. Bladder/bowel issues are common for most women with ALD past a certain age and mobility issues are also common. Balance and neuropathy are the culprits.

When asked about my symptoms, I usually answer, “Mild. A few embarrassing bladder stories under my belt and more falls then a typical 52-year-old women, but nothing too significant”.  That is true. My symptoms while at times embarrassing, do not impact my quality of life (much). I try to not focus on the negative or on the what ifs (if Dan is reading this, he’s laughing right now – he may argue about this point). I’ve learned to adapt to my symptoms — I wear flat shoes, keep an eye on my feet when they are moving and always know where the closest bathroom is.

Mostly I don’t worry about my ALD, but this weekend I felt like ALD was ruining my fun.

Jack and I left MAPLEWOODSTOCK early, sharing with our friends that it was better if we left before it got dark, “It’s hard for Jack to maneuver through crowds in the dark”. THAT wasn’t a lie, but there was more to our early departure. I was worried. I was worried that I might get trapped in the maze of coolers and lawn chairs if I couldn’t see exactly where my feet were landing. I was worried that trying to guide Jack out of the chaos in the dark could be more than I could handle. I was worried that I might not get to the porty potty station on time if my bladder gave me one of my “you have exactly three minutes until I will release” moments. 

None of this is the end of the world. I’m not complaining as much as I’m sharing my frustration. AND I’m wondering if anyone else can relate.

Love, Jess

two kids, incredible accomplishments and piles of pride

Last night our family sat around the kitchen table finishing up Anna’s medical school applications. Anna had already done all the hard work – the essay was written, the recommendations were in, the impressive MCAT scores included, and her transcript (flawless grades, completed in just six semesters from Johns Hopkins) was posted. The only thing missing was the list of schools where the application was headed – and the credit card payment. She will hit send on Tuesday and then the waiting begins. 

Today we will go through Anna’s other project – a six-week journey through Europe. Dan, Jack, and I have heard bits and pieces of the plan, but once again, Anna has taken an idea and run with it. She and her friend are winding their way through Europe wanting to take in as many sites and bites as they can. They want to explore museums and the countryside and the people of as many countries as they can. That’s the thing about Anna, she isn’t one sided. She is brilliant and determined and curious and adventurous and funny and kind. She truly is the most amazing person I know.

Except for MAYBE Jack.

Jack has been Anna’s greatest cheerleader her entire life. Whether it was cheering (silently, but with gusto) from the bleachers at lacrosse games to watching her proudly as she got her diploma last weekend – Jack is always there and always her biggest fan. And, Anna is always there to celebrate Jack’s accomplishments – his graduations, his activities, his strength through medical hell. He is also Anna’s inspiration for all she does. 

The pride I have for these two is profound and I can’t wait to see where life leads them both. BUT today, I just want to sit around the pool, hear about Anna’s trip and watch Jack swim.

Life is good.

Love, Jess

Tomorrow is not just Memorial Day – it is Jack’s 15th Transplant BiRtHdAy!!!! If you have time today – can you send a picture or a video so that I can make Jack a little birthday card/video thing? jctorrey@mac.com

A Gift

Yesterday I came home from a lovely day with my father in Tuxedo, NY and grabbed the mail. There was a package from an address I didn’t recognize. Curious, I opened it up and pulled out the note and was confused. It was a photocopy of a page from a book with a handwritten note at the bottom. It took me a minute to realize that the photocopy was from a page of Smiles and Duct Tape and that the note at the bottom of the page was from an ALD mom I’ve recently been corresponding with. She was thanking me for sending her a copy of the book. She had been moved by a story I’d shared and wanted to send a gift.

I went back to the package and pulled out a beautiful Rolling Stones tee-shirt.

Through my tears, I held up the shirt and thought about 8-year-old Jack wearing his dad’s Rolling Stones tee-shirt at a town fair just weeks before his transplant. It’s been almost 15 years, but that memory is as clear as day. We were all so scared and overwhelmed but focused on being hopeful.

I’d heard about this mother from a friend from college days. A conversation had revealed that my friend’s neighbor had lost a son to ALD in 1990. My friend put us in touch and since then, this mother and I have shared some texts and stories. Amazing how connected you can feel to a stranger.

Beautiful Alan

Lately, I’ve been feeling a little overwhelmed. Between school and internship and Jack and the dogs and the house and and and — It’s hard to do everything well (or even okay) when you have too much on your plate. When my friend first told me her neighbor’s story, my heart hurt for this ALD mom and I wanted to send her a book and a note. I’m ashamed that it took a couple of weeks to make it happen. Too busy with this and that. I needed to force myself to remember what really matters — relationships, connecting. I’m so glad I sent the book, because what I got back was so much greater. Not just the amazing tee-shirt, but the connection with a remarkable person, and the reminder of what’s important. Alan’s story is very different than Jack’s, but they are forever connected, and I am grateful to know his mom.

I’m not someone who believes in the idea that everything happens for a great purpose, but sometimes I do wonder that even though you can’t always get what you want, if you try sometimes, you just might find — you get what you need.

Love, Jess

The answer is YES!

Years ago, Jack and I walked into his neurologist office with a question that felt scandalous, “Do you think it would be okay to add CBD to Jack’s list of supplements?” I’d been reading about CBD being a magic cure for everything from seizures to depression to spasms (Jack was suffering from horrible spasms that were affecting his ability to walk). We left her office with the paperwork required to apply for a medical marijuana license. It took months for his license to be granted and several more before we realized that CBD wasn’t what Jack needed to help his spasms. What he needed was pot with high levels of THC. We didn’t tell anyone but family and a few close friends for the first few months, worried about being judged for getting our son high.

But there was no mistaking that it was working. Jack would have one of his magic treats two or three times a day and his spasms were alleviated, his appetite had increased, his sleep had improved, and his appreciation of 70s music was off the charts! 

For years we’ve experimented with different strains of marijuana, and I’ve become a pretty talented baker – we didn’t want Jack to smoke, and NJ didn’t sell eatables until recently. The years have moved on, and so has our country’s attitude towards the benefits of marijuana, and we’ve slowly shared our experience more openly. It may not be a solution for all ailments, but pot is a relatively safe substance with many medical (and recreational) benefits.

Since we’ve added pot to Jack’s list of medications, NJ has made getting a medical marijuana card easier and the number of dispensaries has increased, but we’ve been waiting for the day that we no longer needed a signature from our doctor or our cards to make our monthly purchase. Today NJ has joined the states with recreational marijuana dispensaries and — as Jack’s pot mama — I’m thrilled!

So is Jack. 

So are the folks on the LOOOOONNNGGG line at our local dispensary!!

Love, Jess

juggling cats

Like juggling cats.

That was my answer when my friend asked how it’s been for me being solo this week with Jack.

I’ve been in school for almost 15 months, and it has been complicated, but manageable. Dan has been home. In Crypto World, but upstairs. He shares shower-time and bus duty. He can start dinner and swing by CVS to pick up medication. And – most important – he’s there when I’m done with the day to listen to my stories about being a new counselor (no confidentiality breeched) and an old student.

This week, Dan met up with Anna and dear friends to go skiing in Vermont. So happy for them to get some father/daughter bonding time. The haven’t spent much solo time together since lacrosse days. They’ve had fun on their road trip – skiing and eating and even celebrating Dan’s birthday. I’m doing my best to be super festive when they call, but I CAN’T WAIT FOR THEM TO GET BACK!!!

Don’t get me wrong – I’m honored to be Jack’s mom and chief diaper changer. It might get messy sometimes, but none of my caretaker responsibilities are super complicated AND Jack’s great company. I’ve also had plenty of help this week – Maria, Ava and Monica are devoted other mothers. It’s just hard being in charge of Jack and the house and the dogs and clients and schoolwork. When Jack and I are home alone, he’s mostly sitting on his chair in front of Impractical Jokers, watching me buried in books and trying to keep my eyes open during my night classes. When I finish for the day, I sit down with him and he tries to look interested when I discuss solution focused therapy and other strengths-based approaches, but his eyes beg me to turn his jokers back on. HE ALSO CAN’T WAIT FOR DAN AND ANNA TO GET BACK!!!!!

None of the cats have fallen, but I’m a little scratched up.

We have one more day of juggling these cats. Jack’s at school now and I’m scrambling to get through my clients and treatment plans and asynchronous work and papers and laundry so that by dinnertime Jack and I can relax, sit down, and binge watch Love is Blind. I promised him to shop talk.

Goals!!!

Love, Jess

Sharing Jack

I had the honor of meeting a fellow ALD mom on Friday. I say “meeting”, but I’ve known her for a while, and it was more like reconnecting with an old friend. Her family’s ALD story is very different than ours, but she and I are both fluent in a language that few are privy to. I walked away feeling so grateful that she had reached out and looking forward to our next visit.

While we were catching up, she asked how Jack was doing. She knows his life is complicated and as an ALD mom – and an OT – she understands more than most people what complicated looks like day to day for families like ours. I shared with her how well Jack is doing, but how different it is now that he is getting a bit older. She asked if we would ever consider a residential facility for him.

This question used to feel like a punch. The idea of having Jack living outside of our home seemed crazy, callous, even irresponsible. That judgment has faded. I have friends in the special world that have found wonderful places for their adult children to live. Their kids are thriving. It can be the right choice for the child and for the family. We are not nearly ready for a dramatic change in our living situation, but we are starting to share Jack. A little.

With me in school and Dan busy with work, we have tried to fill Jack life with fun activities. Jack goes to a wonderful adult program three days a week. We trust that he is safe and well cared for, but we don’t really know what he is doing from the time his bus leaves our driveway to when he returns home 7 hours later. Jack has afternoons with his new friend/caregiver, Ava, and his Other Mother, Monica. Jack also spends two days a week with Maria and her family. They usually spend those days at their house cooking and eating and having adventures. This week, Maria and her family picked Jack up on Thursday and we didn’t see him until Saturday afternoon.

Dan and I have always managed to sneak away a few times a year for a needed break, but this time it was Jack packing a bag and getting away. It felt so strange for Dan and I to walk by Jack’s room in the morning and see his bed empty. It felt strange not see him perched on his stool at the kitchen island laughing at his Impractical Jokers. But I need to be honest — we did enjoy the time alone together AND Jack loved his time with his other family!

We are a long way from being ready for a full-time placement, but I think time with his other family every now and then is perfect!!! Thank you Maria and fam!!!!!!!!

Love, Jess

HaPpY 2022?!?!?!?!

There are few things as depressing as taking down the Christmas tree. It literally screams – THE PARTY IS OVER!!!!!!!!

We had a great holiday season, but this year’s celebrations were tainted with a constant fear of being cancelled. We had piles of fun activities planned — family parties, visits with friends and plans to celebrate Anna’s graduation (YES – our Banana is done with school). Leading up to each event we’d scrambled to find a test, swipe our noses and pray — COVID was everywhere!! We were almost resigned to getting it (hoping that our boosters would do the trick). Good news is we managed to sneak in almost all our plans, and so far none of us got sick with anything (but perhaps a little bit of a hangover here and there).

Yesterday when I started taking down the holiday decorations, I thought about all the fun we had over the last few weeks and then heard Anna packing up and Dan starting our 11th load of laundry. 

Anna’s now back in Baltimore, Dan’s upstairs being loud about crypto currency, Jack is out with his other mother, Maria, and I’m sitting at my desk wondering how I’m going to work 20 hours a week as a counseling intern while going to school full time. I have the news on in the background and COVID is continuing to try to cripple the world, there are warnings about threats of violence on the anniversary of January 6th and someone just mentioned it might snow on Friday.

The party is indeed over!

I’m trying to remind myself that 2022 is going to be a great year. Anna starts her life as a grown-up while living/working in Baltimore and applying to medical school. Dan has his job that he loves and his Old School Vinyl Podcast. I will be finishing my master’s program and start my twentieth career as a counselor. And, Jack will continue being the happiest man on the planet☺️!

Here’s to a fantastic 2022! May it bring everyone joy, health 😷and happiness!! I promise I’m toasting with a simple glass of water 😉

Love, Jess

Max Torrey

We got ourselves an early Christmas gift! 

We adopted Max after seeing him one too many times on our local Dogs of SOMA Facebook page. Our family kept looking at his sweet face and finally decided we needed to meet him. First, we took Tupelo to Max’s foster family’s house for an introduction and then Max came to our house for a day to see how he got along with Jack. Max never left. Look at his face! Look at him with Tupelo! Look at his ears! No way we could say no to this guy.

Lost Paws Animal Rescue is an incredible organization who paired us with both Tupelo and Max. They rescue dogs and cats from all over the country and place them with foster families until these beautiful animals can find their forever home. Tupleo had been in a shelter in South Carolina and Max was found on the streets in Puerto Rico. Now they are loved and well fed and part of our family.

Special thank you to Joe Rispo who is our Lost Paws/dog whisperer and to the foster family – the Pressels — who cared for our boy before we even knew we wanted another dog.

Love, Jess

It was time

We did something last night that needed to be done. We’ve discussed it as a family for months but were waiting until we were all on the same page. After enjoying a great holiday, we figured we could handle anything. Everything else we had tried hadn’t been working and it was starting to look really bad. It was time. Besides, we needed Anna to be here. She’s not just our family cheerleader, but she’s our family barber.

We shaved Jack’s head last night. His hair has been thinning for a couple of years and there was no magic shampoo or haircut that could hide it anymore. Anna kept reminding us that “bald is beautiful” and showing us photos of handsome men with a “clean look”. Our hesitation had nothing to do with not liking a bald look, it was that we have seen Jack bald before and those are days that we don’t want to remember.

But Jack is NOT sick. I like to blame ALD for most things, but there are other genes lurking in my family tree that might be at work. It was time.

When I walked into Jack’s room this morning, I did need to make sure that I had plastered a believable smile on my face. It’s going to take me a minute to get used to his new look. Change is tough — but he looks very handsome – just different.

Who knows – this shave might be a reset for his hair follicles, and Jack could return to needing shampoo, but for now he is bald and beautiful!! AND, he is in need of some new winter hats!!!

Love, Jess